i want to come Home
and i want to come soon.
i want to come now
and i want it to be with You.
my friend, sara, is halfway across the world, in sweden for now.
she told me she was a bit homesick the other day and that made me sad.
i miss her. a lot.
and there are some nights where the one thing i would really like to do would be to sit on her bedroom floor and drink tea with her, living in constant trepidation that i will stain her carpet by spilling my cup, again.
it's hard to know what to say to someone who misses their home. sara and i are knit together because of who jesus is though. and there's something about yearning for a place that is comfortable to you that points us to the dawn that is coming after the darkest part of this night. so i hopefully, helpfully, made her sick for our home of righteousness.
oh, what a wonderful son He is!
(it is fitting that i am giddy for anything by benjamin francis leftwich this week.
i have taken the liberty above to load some words from 'hole in my hand' with sentiment that was probably not intended originally.)
